Lady L. Now slip you [To Clinch Senior.] down stairs, and wait at the door till my husband be gone; and get you in there [To Tom Errand.] till I call you.
[Puts Errand in the next Room.
Enter Colonel Standard.
Oh, sir, are you come? I wonder, sir, how you have the confidence to approach me, after so base a trick.
Colonel S. Oh, madam, all your artifices won't avail.
Lady L. Nay, sir, your artifices won't avail. I thought, sir, that I gave you caution enough against troubling me with Sir Harry Wildair's company, when I sent his letters back by you; yet you, forsooth, must tell him where I lodged, and expose me again to his impertinent courtship!
Colonel S. I expose you to his courtship!
Lady L. I'll lay my life you'll deny it now. Come, come, sir: a pitiful lie is as scandalous to a red coat, as an oath to a black.
Colonel S. You're all lies; first, your heart is false; your eyes are double; one look belies another; and then your tongue does contradict them all—Madam, I see a little devil just now hammering out a lie in your pericranium.
Lady L. As I hope for mercy, he's in the right on't. [Aside.